Chapter 282 Desert Storm

The sun hung low in the sky like a melting pot of gold. Sandhills and dunes cast long shadows over the barren expanse of the Smoke Creek Desert. The air shimmered with heat, distorting the horizon into a wavy mirage. This was no place for the faint of heart. At the forefront of this landscape, the royal army of Petra advanced. It was a formidable force mobilized in haste to confront an unprecedented threat. Over two thousand men strong, they moved with disciplined precision. Their boots kicked up clouds of sand that billowed behind them like the wake of a storm. The infantry was clad in desert camouflage fatigues, Kevlar vests, and helmets equipped with night-vision goggles and communication headsets. Each soldier carried an assault rifle slung across their chest, sidearms holstered at their hips, and backpacks laden with ammunition, rations, and medical supplies. Flanking the foot soldiers were the heavy hitters, starting with a convoy of battle tanks. They rumbled forward on massive